Becky Is Sweet Like Candy
Banging Becky Sweet Like Candy
The
old fool came running every year to spoil his young wife with the most
expensive items that could be found in the Chadwick Jewelry store, where
James had been the junior executive for 5 years now. The lady was at least
30 years younger than the lord, and James had felt his mouth watering the
few times he had seen her. She was enjoying the life of the rich and famous
at the cost of her youth. He regarded the old nobleman as he, quietly
humming, strutted around the exquisitely decorated shop, examining the
stones. The bell rang again. James’ interest in the lord dropped immediately
the second he looked at the new customer. A young woman, not a day past 24,
entered the sunlit shop. She was wearing an expensive, low-cut dress and
carried a white purse. She stepped up to the counter, where James sent her
a genuine smile as he tried to examine her figure in a not too obvious way.
“Good morning, miss”, he greeted her warmly. She was exceedingly beatuiful,
her blonde hair hanging loose to her shoulders, her green eyes smiling and
her large breasts struggling to escape the tight dress.